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Fred couldn't get Lilith off his mind. If he thought before he was obsessed with her, now that he had gotten a little taste of her, she was deeply rooted and engraved in his mind.

During the day after their encounter, Fred had not been able to think about something else that wasn't his wife — he had relived in his mind their night so many times he had lost count by now and he couldn't wait to repeat it even if his own morals were against it. He couldn't stop seeing Lilith looking like a goddess in his arms every time he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but miss her lips, breathe the trails of her perfume in his room, remember the melody of the beautiful sounds she had made while making him hers...

Lilith had fucked him in every sense he could think of.

But he hadn't not only been thinking about how marvellous had been having sex with her. Fred had also been chewing in his mind about what had driven them to it — the fact that Lilith's potion, that one she had selflessly spent all night preparing for him, had worked on his mother. Which made him think, desire, long for, want, that maybe he had been wrong in the past, judging her too fast.

Fred tried to remember every single interaction since they had met back in the first year when they were introduced as rivals in the Quidditch field, playing in the same position for opposite teams that couldn't hate each other more. He had thought she was pretty, too pretty for a Slytherin, but the actual gut-stirring feeling he felt every time he saw her grew slowly inside of him with the pass of the years along with the despise for his own feelings, because — he had to be honest — he had hated himself for considering her beautiful way more than he had ever hated her. And because they were supposed to hate each other due to what Circe had done in the past, that was what he had been taught at home.

But he knew damn well that the more you try to force yourself to hate someone, the more attracted you feel to them. He and Lilith were the living proof of it.

She was everything he liked in a woman, everything; smart, cunning, had a sense of humour, had balls enough to not let anyone belittle her, a fucking temper, was almost as flirty and sarcastic as him and, as if all of that wasn't enough, she was just as beautiful as Fred imagined angels to be. Lilith was pure fire, he had learnt that in all the years he had known her, and Fred, as the arsonist he was by nature, couldn't help but feel attracted to her like a fucking moth to a flame.

The main reason Fred had to hate Lilith nowadays was the fact that she had taken the first chance she had been given to save her arse when the war ended, the fact that to his eyes he had betrayed Remus Lupin and the fact that she had always claimed not to be like her mother and to hate her but still had allowed Circe Snape to protect her when Voldemort raised. Because before the battle started, Fred had considered giving her a chance. And that was exactly the reason why all of the previous reasons were simply bullshit — first of all, he didn't hate her. And if he did it wasn't because he felt she had betrayed Remus, it was because Fred felt she had betrayed him.

And now, what? Was he going to keep punishing himself away from her because of all the misconceptions or plot holes he had in his head about her — or would he be able to put them aside and try to look at her with different eyes? Eyes that actually could see through the layers and layers in Lilith's attitude when she was in public versus when she was with him or her friends.